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i don't own the song "Blowin in the Wind" or Batman
deadly, m&m is wearing the same thing around his neck in this fic that he was in the other one where you couldn't tell
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*Bryon*
It was a gold necklace. The piece on it was golden leaves connected by curving lines-like wind. That's what I thought when I saw it. It just came to my mind. And I knew I wanted to give it to Cathy because the song she had started to sing that day in the restaraunt was "Blowing In the Wind." She'd go crazy over it, at least I hoped.
The guy at the cashier was Terry. Hadn't seen him around in a while. He stopped coming by after I threatened to beat him up for a stupid reason that I can't remember. I did a lot of stupid things this past summer.
He was nice enough though. I smiled at him and asked how he'd been. I knew he had came back from the war recently. He said he'd been fine, but when I was walking out of the door, I turned and saw him roll up his pants leg. Underneath, he had a prosthetic leg. I knew it hadn't always been like that. I had broken that leg of his when I actually had beat him up when we were in third grade.
"That's why I wear this."
M&M was behind me. I looked at the peace symbol around his neck. He continued on quietly. "He almost bled to death after getting shot in Vietnam when he was delivering medicine to other solidiers. He's so lucky compared to a lot of other people, though. He was able to come home alive."
I closed my eyes for half a second and shook my head.
"See you around M&M."
I walked past him out of the store.
---
She got me to play a game of bowling with her. I lost really bad. I looked over my shoulder to see if the guy I had beat at pool was around. He would've laughed at me. But he was gone.
"I'm never playing that again." I told her firmly.
"Not even if I ask you really nicely?"
"Only if you ask me really nicely."
"Well, I'm not going to use my powers over you right now, I gotta go. Let me have one of your fries first."
I passed her one, dripping with ketchup, and she got some on her nose. I was prepared with napkins; this had happened before.
Eventually...
"I'll see you, Bryon."
I dug my hand into my pocket. "Hold on." And then I stuck it in front of her. Cathy didn't look back up. Just glanced at the box, opened it and smiled a little bit.
"It's beautiful. Thanks."
She closed it and kept it in her hands.
"Thanks." She repeated, heading for the doors as I watched her leave.
"Take it easy." She turned and nodded at me, eyes focused to the side.
I popped the last couple of fries into my mouth and went towards the trash to throw it away. Through the windowI could see her outside on the steps. Someone was talking to her. I was worried and started to walk towards the doors. I mean, there were some real creeps who came around here at night. Actually, they came around all the time. But then I could see it was Curtis.
He kissed her. I took another step, but then I told myself, "Bryon, that's his girlfriend, you know?" I turned my head, but then I looked back. I felt kind of mad. I was going through all this trouble because of a girl, buying her things and thinking about her all the time, really, all the time, and here she was making out with some other guy. Then I guess PB noticed the box in her hands because he looked down at it and then she did and she lifted it up. Yeah, it was stupid, but I walked over to the open window so that I could here them.
"Why didn't you just give it back to him?"
"We're friends, Pony."
"You used to be...in love with him though! You were real serious. Don't you at least see where I'm coming from?"
"If I wanted to be with him I'd be going out with him. But I'm not. I'm with you because I want to be."
Pause. Ponyboy spoke up.
"Forget I said something."
Then they left.
I looked down at the tiles on the floor, and then leaned against the wall and slowly slumped down. Man.
Propped up against the wall, I pulled out a cigarette. I was in the corner, and the workers at this joint wouldn't be able to see me from where I was and get on to me. I might have gone outside, but I didn't feel like moving.
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*Pony*
It was pretty dark when I came to my house, I was thinking about Cathy, about Bryon, and about Mark. I pushed aside my worries about the first two, and walked inside hoping to find Darry. He was ironing clothes in the living-room while Two-Bit was flopped over the couch watching Batman. Two Bit started singing along to the theme song: "Duh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh..." Darry told him to shut-up. "Am I interfering with your household duties? Excuse me. You know you're going to make some person a great wife." Then Darry walked over and held the iron dangerously close to Two-Bit.
I cleared my throat loudly. "Darry, I need to talk to you." Two Bit smiled thankfully and then suddenly said "Crap," remembering what he had done. While getting up, he continued, "I'm going to go now. Remember Darry, I love you."
The door shut behind him.
"I found out about the letters Mark sent."
Darry glanced at the door menacingly.
"Two-Bit?"
"And then I made Soda tell me. Don't you think I should've known?"
"You have enough to worry about. Besides, I wasn't sure if we were gonna help him out at all."
"So you weren't elaborate plotting schemes to break him out?"
"We're not going break him out. That's way too risky. If he does it himself, yeah, we'll give him a place to stay. We've hid plenty of other of people from the cops before. He might be getting out the legal way when he turns eighteen. We'll just have to see." Darry rubbed his neck. "Okay?"
"Yeah." I was hoping he got let out. Last thing I wanted was for the police to catch us hiding him, and Darry to get arrested. He could lose his schoarship.
I went upstairs and lay on my bed, staring at the white ceiling. Mark. He could be completely different. But at least he was coming back, unlike other people I've known. Would he go back to school? Would he run into Bryon? Does he hate Bryon? Then, I thought, "What if he was just gonna try to use me to get back at Bryon?"
Why is life is so complicated? I wondered.
I fell asleep before I had time to become enlightened.
i don't own the song "Blowin in the Wind" or Batman
deadly, m&m is wearing the same thing around his neck in this fic that he was in the other one where you couldn't tell
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
*Bryon*
It was a gold necklace. The piece on it was golden leaves connected by curving lines-like wind. That's what I thought when I saw it. It just came to my mind. And I knew I wanted to give it to Cathy because the song she had started to sing that day in the restaraunt was "Blowing In the Wind." She'd go crazy over it, at least I hoped.
The guy at the cashier was Terry. Hadn't seen him around in a while. He stopped coming by after I threatened to beat him up for a stupid reason that I can't remember. I did a lot of stupid things this past summer.
He was nice enough though. I smiled at him and asked how he'd been. I knew he had came back from the war recently. He said he'd been fine, but when I was walking out of the door, I turned and saw him roll up his pants leg. Underneath, he had a prosthetic leg. I knew it hadn't always been like that. I had broken that leg of his when I actually had beat him up when we were in third grade.
"That's why I wear this."
M&M was behind me. I looked at the peace symbol around his neck. He continued on quietly. "He almost bled to death after getting shot in Vietnam when he was delivering medicine to other solidiers. He's so lucky compared to a lot of other people, though. He was able to come home alive."
I closed my eyes for half a second and shook my head.
"See you around M&M."
I walked past him out of the store.
---
She got me to play a game of bowling with her. I lost really bad. I looked over my shoulder to see if the guy I had beat at pool was around. He would've laughed at me. But he was gone.
"I'm never playing that again." I told her firmly.
"Not even if I ask you really nicely?"
"Only if you ask me really nicely."
"Well, I'm not going to use my powers over you right now, I gotta go. Let me have one of your fries first."
I passed her one, dripping with ketchup, and she got some on her nose. I was prepared with napkins; this had happened before.
Eventually...
"I'll see you, Bryon."
I dug my hand into my pocket. "Hold on." And then I stuck it in front of her. Cathy didn't look back up. Just glanced at the box, opened it and smiled a little bit.
"It's beautiful. Thanks."
She closed it and kept it in her hands.
"Thanks." She repeated, heading for the doors as I watched her leave.
"Take it easy." She turned and nodded at me, eyes focused to the side.
I popped the last couple of fries into my mouth and went towards the trash to throw it away. Through the windowI could see her outside on the steps. Someone was talking to her. I was worried and started to walk towards the doors. I mean, there were some real creeps who came around here at night. Actually, they came around all the time. But then I could see it was Curtis.
He kissed her. I took another step, but then I told myself, "Bryon, that's his girlfriend, you know?" I turned my head, but then I looked back. I felt kind of mad. I was going through all this trouble because of a girl, buying her things and thinking about her all the time, really, all the time, and here she was making out with some other guy. Then I guess PB noticed the box in her hands because he looked down at it and then she did and she lifted it up. Yeah, it was stupid, but I walked over to the open window so that I could here them.
"Why didn't you just give it back to him?"
"We're friends, Pony."
"You used to be...in love with him though! You were real serious. Don't you at least see where I'm coming from?"
"If I wanted to be with him I'd be going out with him. But I'm not. I'm with you because I want to be."
Pause. Ponyboy spoke up.
"Forget I said something."
Then they left.
I looked down at the tiles on the floor, and then leaned against the wall and slowly slumped down. Man.
Propped up against the wall, I pulled out a cigarette. I was in the corner, and the workers at this joint wouldn't be able to see me from where I was and get on to me. I might have gone outside, but I didn't feel like moving.
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*Pony*
It was pretty dark when I came to my house, I was thinking about Cathy, about Bryon, and about Mark. I pushed aside my worries about the first two, and walked inside hoping to find Darry. He was ironing clothes in the living-room while Two-Bit was flopped over the couch watching Batman. Two Bit started singing along to the theme song: "Duh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh..." Darry told him to shut-up. "Am I interfering with your household duties? Excuse me. You know you're going to make some person a great wife." Then Darry walked over and held the iron dangerously close to Two-Bit.
I cleared my throat loudly. "Darry, I need to talk to you." Two Bit smiled thankfully and then suddenly said "Crap," remembering what he had done. While getting up, he continued, "I'm going to go now. Remember Darry, I love you."
The door shut behind him.
"I found out about the letters Mark sent."
Darry glanced at the door menacingly.
"Two-Bit?"
"And then I made Soda tell me. Don't you think I should've known?"
"You have enough to worry about. Besides, I wasn't sure if we were gonna help him out at all."
"So you weren't elaborate plotting schemes to break him out?"
"We're not going break him out. That's way too risky. If he does it himself, yeah, we'll give him a place to stay. We've hid plenty of other of people from the cops before. He might be getting out the legal way when he turns eighteen. We'll just have to see." Darry rubbed his neck. "Okay?"
"Yeah." I was hoping he got let out. Last thing I wanted was for the police to catch us hiding him, and Darry to get arrested. He could lose his schoarship.
I went upstairs and lay on my bed, staring at the white ceiling. Mark. He could be completely different. But at least he was coming back, unlike other people I've known. Would he go back to school? Would he run into Bryon? Does he hate Bryon? Then, I thought, "What if he was just gonna try to use me to get back at Bryon?"
Why is life is so complicated? I wondered.
I fell asleep before I had time to become enlightened.